And the first thing that is so very very scary about this is HOW WRONG THEY GET EACH OTHER. Because (as so very often) I wanted to smack Hal for being such a blind idiot and felt intensely, sickeningly sorry for him at the same time...and Hotspur broke my heart, as he always does, because he's a knight caught out of time, and that shows up beautifully here. He's completely out of his league and still not giving in, and I love him the more for it.

(Gorgeous shot of Poins, btw, added just the right touch of menace and brittleness to it)

The hatesex was a wonderful mixture of desperately horrible and JUST RIGHT, as was the exchange afterwards -

"Ill unseat you."

"So long as you're there," and oh, Hal, you haven't understood one single thing about him, have you?

*sighs happily at the fic and not too happily at Hal, and just revels in this.*